Shalalula, come this way, "it".
Shalalula, follow the sound of my clapping hands.
Shalalula, please let me have some white sugar.
Shalalula, come this way if you want some.
"Awakening of the brain". My impulse gives me desires.
"Collapse of morals". My heart beats fast and loudly.
I chase and chase, but I can't seem to catch you.
"Symptoms of a taboo". My body trembles.
"Symptoms of hallucination". I'll glaze you in a sugar coat.

Shalalula, I tagged you.
Shalalula, now you're "it".
Shalalula, it's my turn to run now.
Shalalula, shouldn't you be chasing after me?
"It's just convenient for you." That's not true at all!
"You only look good on the outside." I'm not that kind of person!
I'm such an idiot to keep acting tough.
"A delusional girl". It's a misunderstanding; it's not true.
"Symptoms of addiction." That can't be true, either.

Diving into a white ocean,
I let myself sink deeper and deeper.
Did something just fall
to the bottom of my heart?
Stained with syrup,
covered in whipped cream,
with a belly that's gotten a lot bigger,
could I possibly be carrying your child? (lol)

Please fill up
my insatiable willfulness.
I want a strong stimulation
that will penetrate my brain.
It's bad to take in too much,
but without it I'll be dead.
So please, hurry up and give me
more of that white
sugar.

Shalalula, come this way, "it".
Shalalula, follow the sound of my clapping hands.
Shalalula, please give me some white sugar.
Shalalula, please catch me.
"A greedy dog", I no longer have a collar on.
"An abandoned cat", I curl up into a ball, with no place to go.
See, I already feel so much better.
The pleasure of scraping the scars left behind by my collar.
The ecstasy of hashing the scars left behind by my handcuffs.

Shalalula, such sweet white.
Shalalula, such loveless white.
Shalalula, such troublesome white.
Shalalula, such hallucinating white.
"White of desires". There's no love to be found.
"Deeply sinned red". I keep letting myself be gnawed away,
and write down for myself the worst possible scenario.
"The curtain will now fall." I hold my breath and take a step.
At "terminal speed", lightly, I begin to fall deeper and deeper.

Note: The "it" in the song refers to a modified tag game, where the "it" is blindfolded and must try to catch the other player(s) by the sound of their clapping hands.